This is a song about "Ghetto philosophy"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Rhyming over reason, is the season, its my philosophy

Than a ghetto blaster

Say bye bye to her

No associates degree but i know about philosophy,

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Together all the timethought it was true love

Forever young and ghetto fabulous

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

Lying muhfucka done nuttin for the ghetto

You see he shows true honesty, this is his philosophy,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

But philosophy possibly, when you look it dead in its eye,

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die